Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2012 05:14:19 +0100
From: Gary Davies
Subject: Well that was unexpected
O.K., the usual warnings apply: this story will eventually contain sex
between males of consenting age, and if your state or country does not
allow such material to be read, or you are offended by male-on-male sex and
you are under the age of 18, please leave this story now. Otherwise, enjoy
Josh's continuing journey!
Written by David S
And Editing By Russ J
E-mail justdave68@hotmail.co.uk
Well That Was Unexpected
By Dave S
Chapter 5
"Hey, kid, you okay?"
I couldn't make out who was speaking. "Kid, can you hear me?" I looked up,
but something was in my eyes. "Can you tell me your name, kid?" Again, the
disembowelled voice I could hear asked. "Josh, Josh Miller," I told
him. "What happened?" I asked, not knowing what happened to me, and who was
this asking my name anyway?
"Pleased you are okay, Josh," he replied. "I was doing my rounds, and saw
two guys jump you," and, he continued to tell me, "I shouted, and they ran
off. I will check the CCTV when I get back to my post." "Ben Kips, campus
security," he introduced himself, and I shook his hand, and he helped me up
on to my feet, and I wobbled a bit, and he held on to me to stop me from
falling. "Better get you checked over, Josh," he said. I said I would be
okay, but he said I was bleeding and should get checked out. I just nodded
and he walked me over to his car.
He drove me to the campus medical centre where he explained to the night
nurse what he had seen, and she came over to check me out. "How many
fingers do I have up, Josh?" she asked, and I responded with a favourable
answer. She checked my ribs, and nothing was broken, but she did say to
take it easy, as they would be sore for a while, and she then cleaned the
head wound, and I had to have a single stitch, and she stated that she was
worried that I may have a slight concussion.
"Is there someone you could call to come get you, Josh?" she asked, and I
could not think of anyone, except Dale, but he told me to fuck off and
leave him alone. I thought about Cal, but I did not want to concern him
unduly. So I pretended to make a call, and told the nurse that my roommate
would come and collect me out front, yet another lie.
I left the centre, and saw Ben from campus security still sitting in his
car, eating a doughnut and drinking coffee, so I went over, and thanked him
for his help as if he didn't already know how much I appreciated it. "No
problem Josh, pleased I could help," he said with a small smile. Then,
knowing I may have been in worse shape than I realised, he quickly added
"You need a lift back?" and I said, "Yes, thanks," and got in his car. He
drove me straight to my dorm building and, again, I thanked him. "Take
care, Josh Miller." And with that, he left.
I got into my room, went straight into the bathroom to survey the damage,
and was shocked at what I saw! My left eye was almost closed and already
beginning to darken, the small cut above that eye was swollen, my lip had a
fat lump on it and was inflamed, and my ribs had a large bruise forming. I
looked like I had been in a full contact MMA bout on ESPN and it hurt like
fuck.
Before this happened I had a mixed day: the fight that I apparently was
having with Dale is not resolved, and I cannot see it resolving anytime
soon; and, I had a great night with Cal at Travis's home--until being
attacked--and those words "Hello, faggot!" reverberating in my head.
2.48am
I have been told not to sleep in case I have concussion, but how do I stay
awake? Watch TV? Put my iPod on? How does this stop me from sleeping? These
things help me sleep! And, sure enough, soon after, I was out like a light.
...
I awoke a little after 12pm with a blinding headache and only able to see
out of my right eye, as my left was now completely closed. I went to the
wall mirror to see what I looked like. "Not pretty," I said out loud, with
nobody here to hear me. My eye was a mess, my face was badly bruised, the
small cut now was also bruised, and my ribs looked like a well-used gym
bag.
My phone rang, annoying me due to the fact that my head was splitting, and
I answered, "Hey, dip shit." It was Todd, sounding too happy for this time
of day. "Come down, see my ride. It's sweet," he said, with
excitement. "You're back already?" I asked. "Yeah, come down," he said.
"No, you better come up," I said. "What's up, dude?" he asked. "Just come
up," I repeated, and then hung up the phone.
Two minutes later the door opened. His smile vanished and he came over to
me, flung his arms around me and held my head. "When did this happen?" he
asked, "and who the fuck did this to you?" he demanded. "Last night after I
left Cal, someone shouted `Hello, faggot,' and the next I knew security was
with me," I told him, with him now looking all pissed off. "Fuck, Josh, I
told you I should have stayed," he said, with anger in his words.
"Why? You couldn't have known this was going to happen to me," I assured
him, and he was still shaking his head angrily. "I will find the fucker!"
he yelled, "and I will bust him until I'm satisfied!" he said, still
angry. "There were two of them, according to security," I told
him. "Seriously?" he asked, and I just nodded. "Fucking cowards!" he
yelled.
"Where was Dale through this?" again he demanded, and I filled him in on
our altercation the day before and what was said.
"He told you to fuck off?" he asked.
"He's having a tough time about what we did," I told him. "Fucking tough,"
he responded, angry again. "He is supposed to have your back, not be a
crying bitch!" he kept to the same tone. He then grabbed his phone to make
a call. "Where are you?" he said loudly. "My room! Two minutes!" he
yelled. "I don't give a shit! Two minutes! My fucking room!!!!" he screamed
down the phone and hung up. "Fucking dick," he said a little quieter.
Suddenly the door flung open, and Dale fumed, looking straight at Todd,
"Who the fuck do you..." and he stopped when he saw me.
"Fuck sake Josh!" he came to me, but not touching me. "What happened?" he
asked. "If you were not being a fucking dipshit, you would know," Todd
replied. "He got fucking jumped last night by two fucking assholes, and
security saved him from worse," he continued in the same pissed off manner.
I, at this point, had not yet spoken. I couldn't get a word in as Todd was
in full pissed off mode and you don't really have a chance when he is going
like that.
"You have stitches?" Dale said. And I nodded. "Why didn't you ring me?" he
asked, and eventually I got a chance to speak. "You didn't want to talk to
me, and you did tell me to `fuck off'," I reiterated. "Fuck, Josh, not over
something like this. Fuck sake!" he yelled. "Look, Josh, I am pissed off at
myself, not you!" he again yelled.
"You could have fucking fooled me, you fuck! I was being called everything
the other day, and you walked passed me, not even looking me in the eye!
You abandoned me. Do you know how I felt then, Dale? I felt like shit!!! My
so-called best friend abandoned me to the sharks. And now this!"
I was in full rant mode now.
No, I don't blame you for my attack, but when the nurse was treating me, I
was asked if I wanted to call someone, and besides you, there was nobody I
could. I felt alone. For the first time in my life I felt alone, Dale. I
continued to yell, with Todd seething.
"You were supposed to be my best friend, and you weren't there for me when
I needed you Dale, and you are like this because what? You cannot get over
the fact you enjoyed, and yes, Dale, I am saying enjoyed fucking me, and if
that pisses you off? So. Fucking. What. It was an experience. Treat it as
such. Put it in a box, saying things done that I enjoyed, and fucking get
over it!"
I said it all with venom, looking at my best friend's face.
"Josh...Josh, I am sorry. Believe me, I know you're right, but it's hard. I
will get over it, and yes I did enjoy it. We all did. It's just you begged
me not to stop, and that sticks in me. You begged for me to keep going, and
then there was Todd pouring his cum from a rubber into your mouth. It
just...I'm sorry, okay?" he said, without any harm meant by his words. "I
cum twice in your mouth, and you wanted more, you demanded more. You were
in all sense a...okay, I'm sorry but, a slut," he said shockingly.
"Dale, when you have sex do you over exert yourself to a point of frenzy?"
I asked. He was looking at me and nodding. "Dude, that's all I was doing,
that was a one off, and I wanted to enjoy every aspect of it. Tasting my
two best friends was a good part of it, and I don't regret that, but if I
had known I would lose my best friend, my answer should have been--would
have been--a resounding NO!" I spoke from my heart and he could see that.
He stood up, went over to Todd and hugged him and apologised for failing to
protect me. And then he came over and held me, the first time since that
night he held me, and then spoke softly,
"Josh, forgive me please. You will always be my best
friend. Regardless. And, I should have been there for you no matter
what. And, yes it was a one off, and it was a wonderful experience I will
treasure but never repeat. I do now regret the way I have been."
His turn now:
"And, I should have reacted to that dick who called you a faggot, and be
sure by my words I will not let it slide in the future. Please forgive me,
Josh. Please. I beg you," he continued, with remorse.
"I need you more than you need me. I have been a fucking idiot, and now
look at your face. I could have been there to stop it, or at least been
there when you were getting treated. I have fucked up Josh, and I don't
give a shit what we did now, I just want my best friend back. Please
forgive me," he said, with tears streaming down his face, and I just hugged
him tight until he squeezed back and hurt my ribs, and he apologised. "You
hurt me Dale," I said, "don't ever do it again." He hugged me and said,
"Never."
Shaking me from this embrace, Todd asked, "So do you remember anything
about your attackers?" "Ben said he would check the CCTV when he got back
to his post, but I never gave him my number," I said to Todd. "I take it
Ben was the security guy who saved you then?" Todd inquired, looking at
Dale with a little scorn in his words.
I answered in the affirmative, and we agreed that we would go to the
security centre to see if they had seen anything that could help before we
stopped by the police precinct to report the assault.
Before we got to the security centre Cal was walking towards us, wondering
why I was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses on a relatively dull
afternoon.
"Hey guys, what's up with the dramatic get up Josh?" he asked, before I
removed my glasses and cap, showing him my appearance. "Jesus, what
happened to you for fuck sake?" he yelled at us, and I explained that when
we said our goodbye's the night before I had been walking back for about
five minutes, and I was jumped, and explained about the guard that saved me
and my treatment at the centre.
"I knew I should have walked you back, I fucking told you I should!" he
yelled. "Fucking knew it!"
He was mad at me. "Two of them? Fuck!" and I nodded.
"I should have walked you home, Josh," he said with some sorrow in his
voice. "Then what? You walk back, and you get jumped? I never heard them
until it was too late, Cal, and by time you would have left me, the
security guy would have already passed and you could have been killed. All
I got was roughed up a little. You could have been killed!" I pleaded with
him, and he was then holding me and kissing me on the side of my face.
All four of us stood in the foyer of the security building waiting to speak
to the supervisor. A middle-aged lady came and talked to us, and I
explained what had happened the night before, and wondered if anything got
picked up on CCTV that could identify my attackers. " I will check, Mr
Miller, as officer Kip did submit a report of the incident in
question. Please bear with me a moment please," she said, and she left the
office for a few minutes.
She returned with a disc and placed it in her laptop to show me what had
been captured. It was dark, but you could see me walking along the
footpath, and then one guy followed by a second jump me, but it was too
dark to make them out, and then I saw Ben come into the picture and they
ran off.
"Sorry it isn't any clearer, Mr Miller, but it is dark in that area. We
need more lighting." I had to agree. She then packaged up the disc so I
could take it to the police, despite the fact that nothing could be gleaned
from the images on the disc, apart from you could see me being
assaulted. That part is not in dispute.
Afterwards we went to the police precinct. As expected, they took my
details in a statement, and said they would look into the case. But they
also told me to inform campus security of even the smallest detail of
harassment towards me, and also they would inform the dean about my
statement, as they knew about the zero tolerance policy and decided they
should start to properly act on that policy.
By now it was late afternoon, and we decided to go for some pizza, as none
of us could cook for shit, and we settled on the little Italian place just
inside town. We ordered our choices and Todd filled us in on his brother's
themed party and we had to giggle at some of the photos he took. Then Cal
leaned over and whispered to me, "You okay?" and I nodded and he kissed me
on the cheek.
And for once I didn't care who saw, I was now at least out at college, what
difference does here make to anyone anyway? "We interrupting?" Todd asked,
with me again blushing, but I don't know if it could be seen under my
bruises. "No, just showing Josh some love, that's all," says Cal, looking
into my eyes, or, should I say, "eye."
"Do you want us to leave?" laughed Dale, back to his usual annoying self,
which, for one I missed, and I smiled at him. "Dumbass," I retorted, with
Cal holding me close.
"If it was not for your face looking like you have been sparring with
Mayweather, I would be kissing your face off right now, but I can wait," he
said in full hearing distance to my two friends, sitting directly in front
of us. I smiled and answered him, "I look forward to that," and he kissed
my cheek, and I watched as Todd and Dale tried hard to smile, and I laughed
at their discomfort for a change. "Sorry guys, I know you are not
comfortable with guys showing public displays of affection, but this is all
new to me, okay?" I spoke to them not wanting them to hate being in Cal and
my company. I want us all to be friends.
"Josh, do you like him? And, I don't want to embarrass you in anyway, but I
have to ask, okay?" he asked, and not wanting to embarrass me, yeah right!
Good job, so far...Dick!
"Todd, I cannot believe you asked me that with Cal sitting right here! Did
you not notice this dark-headed hot guy," now, looking at Cal, "Sorry,"
then looking at Todd, "sitting right beside me?" I scowled.
"Josh, you are 19, and for as long as I have known you, you tend to go all
over the place before you get round to do anything. I'm just cutting short
the trip is all," he said with a smile. And Dale, pissing himself
laughing--god I have missed his laugh, and I am pleased that issue is
behind us--anyway the question Todd has asked is still hanging: "Well,
Josh, do you like me?" asked Cal, and I am looking into his eyes, and I can
see he really wants to know. This dark-haired-Adonis-sex-on-legs wants to
know if I like him. "Yes, Cal, very much so," I replied with a
smile. "Good. Thank you. I like you a lot, too," he smirked, looking at
Todd, and slowly began to laugh at the pair of them whilst holding me into
his side.
"Okay you two, Dale and I will bid you good day," he said trying to act
sophisticated and failing badly as they left the pizza place, while Cal and
I finished our meal, me more carefully, as I was eating on one side of my
mouth.
"Back to mine, for a film, and no arguments," and I mocked protest and
smiled. I cannot help smiling around this guy; he brings a little joy in an
otherwise poor day. I know it might sound soppy, as I have only known him
for a few days, but I can see myself falling for him in a big way. Christ,
I sound like a teenage girl at a Beiber concert. Get a grip Miller, I told
myself.
We walked back to his dorm without incident and got to his room. He does
not have a roommate as he dropped out after only one week--yeah right one
week, he gave it a shot didn't he, I laughed to myself--but it wasn't
Cal's fault so his rent didn't go up. But he gets his dorm roommate-free
for this semester; his room has two beds and, like ours, a small living
space. The only difference is he has a separate kitchen area, and his AC
works just fine, thank you very much, as ours only works if there is an `R'
in the month.
And, as I found out that his TV has cable and we chose a film we were both
happy with (we both like sci-fi so we chose Star Trek, and, for a remake it
is supposed to be okay). Cal got us a beer from his fridge; I don't know
how he got it without getting carded as I have tried and always failed,
but, hey, good luck to him. He sat down next to me and raised his arms, and
I just fell into his side, feeling his warmth, with him kissing the top of
my head. It just felt right.
"If you want you can sleep here tonight," he said to me whilst holding me
close. "There are two beds you know," he continued "and I won't try to rape
you while you sleep. I promise," he said with a giggle in his speech.
"Yeah, I would like that if you don't mind. At least we can spend some time
together," I said. "I just wished my face didn't look like a punching bag,"
I finished.
"No, I would love you to spend some time with me, and, Josh, those marks
will be gone in a week, and the cut is in your brow, and if it leaves a
small scar it will be sexy anyway," he said with a genuine boner
smile. Please stop doing that smile! It kills me, I said to myself.
I rang Todd and told him I was staying at Cal's. I got some horn dog
remarks, and, "...don't forget my condoms," all that shit, and he said that
Dale was there and they were playing Xbox, and asked if he could crash on
my bed. I also took great pleasure in informing them that Cal has beer, and
doesn't get carded. That really pissed him off, demanding Cal's dorm number
to help him use up his ration of beer, and, as you may have guessed, I was
not forthcoming with said information.
We watched the movie, commenting on the engineering aspects of warp drive,
and whether that theory could work in the future. (Well, we are both
majoring in engineering, so yeah we would always have conversations along
those lines.) The night drifted on and we started to talk about our
feelings and us.
"Josh...Josh. I know what you said about us only knowing each other a few
days, but I have to tell you and hope you don't freak out. Okay?" he said
talking to the back of my head whilst I lay there.
"I know this just sounds stupid, but I have some very strong feelings for
you, and I don't know what they are, but I know I care strongly for you. I
know it's full on but I don't ever hide my feelings, even though sometimes
I should for my own sake. But with you, I won't," he said with affection,
kissing the top of my head again and I liked that.
Here was Mr sex-on-legs, pouring his feelings at my feet! Is he telling me
he loves me? I have known him for less than a week, and yet he has these
feelings, and I have to admit, I do have some feelings for him. But I don't
know if its love or lust--maybe a bit of both--as I am here with him
and not even contemplating having sex, but I still want to be here with
him.
"Cal, I have to admit that this comes as a bit of a shock--not a bad
shock--as, yes, it has only been a few days, and yet I have to also admit
to feelings for you. I just don't know what they are, but, like you, I am
willing to see where this goes and to find out."
He kissed my head again and said, "That's good enough for me. That's good
enough for me"
To be continued
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